Dom's Little Black Book: Daddy D, Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Warning: There is some pretty heavy watersports/piss-play in this Little Black Book chapter, so if that's not your thing, you may just want to skip this one!

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After catching our breaths, our cuddle break turns into a groping and kissing break. Everything was still feeling so good, and I was perfectly content to let Daddy guide me through whatever he wanted to do next. Once he was ready, Daddy extracted himself from our cuddle puddle and slid off the bed.

First, he grabbed a couple of water bottles to make  sure we were both still well hydrated. Then it was time to return to the duffle bag of goodies. He wasn’t looking for much - just something to fasten the cuffs on my wrists together. Returning to me on the bed, he bound my arms and then flipped me onto my stomach.

First, Daddy covered my body with his own, taking the opportunity to continue to bite me on my neck and shoulders. I wanted to wear his marks forever. Then he started to work his way down my back, reaching my ass first with his hands, and then his mouth. Roughly kneading and squeezing my cheeks, he spread me to tease my hole, gently blowing air over it. Then he dove in, tongue first.

I love getting rimmed. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of tops enjoy having their asses played with. I just don’t like it when someone tries to stick something other than a tongue in there. Tease and rub the outside of my hole to your heart's content - it feels great - but any boy who tries for more is gonna get some sense spanked into him, real quick.

Daddy was no slouch when it came to rimming. I moaned aloud as his tongue pressed inside of me, shuddering when I felt his beard scraping against my crack. I fisted the sheets as best as I could with my hands cuffed together, scrabbling for leverage so I could prop my ass higher and make it easier to eat. I pushed back against Daddy’s face over and over, meeting his tongue every time he thrust it forward.

Of course, all good things must eventually come to an end, and once he was finished, Daddy extracted his face from my ass before rolling me over onto my back. My wrists were still cuffed together, and I could move them easily enough, just not separate them. I looked up at Daddy to see him staring down at me hungrily.

Must be time to take some Daddy dick.

He moved onto the bed between my legs, grabbing and lifting them onto his shoulders. I looked up at him, a little afraid, but immensely turned on. He reached down and gently rubbed my belly, trailing his hand lower until I could feel his fingers behind my balls. After teasing my spit-slick hole for a minute, he reached over me to the nightstand. He sets the lube to the side before taking the rag in one hand, he empties the comments of the bottle onto it with the other.

“This will help you relax, cubby,” Daddy reasoned, putting the rag in my hands and then moving my hands to my face. I got the idea.

Lubing his cock up, he shuffled forward on his knees, my legs bending as he reached down to guide himself to my hole. Ooof. It burned going in. I took a hit of poppers from my rag and felt my hole relax. I could feel Daddy rub at my chest and I looked up, meeting his concerned eyes. I felt a surge of warmth, and not just from the poppers.

I focused on breathing and trying to stay relaxed. I could feel Daddy’s hands moving over my body and his thighs rubbing against mine. It had been years since I last bottomed. And even longer than that since I last enjoyed it. But I wanted this. Once he was all the way inside, the pressure was so great it was all I could do not to push him out. Daddy leaned down to kiss me, nearly folding me in two, but I happily wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back.

Once he could feel that I was relaxed enough, he pulled back and started to fuck me with slow, gentle thrusts. The pain went away quickly, thanks to the molly. With the popper-rag in one hand, I used the other to rub at Daddy’s chest and play with his nipples. He was making steady thrusts into me, only pulling about halfway out each time. Between the warmth of the room and the thump of the bass, I started to lose myself in our movements. The poppers probably helped too.

We changed positions, Daddy pulling me towards the corner of the bed so he could stand. Still on my back, he re-entered my ass and began to fuck with more force and speed. Any pain I’d felt so far has been completely overridden by these intense bursts of pleasure each time my prostate is nailed. I had felt things similar to this before, but never this strong - I’d never actually wanted to bottom before. My breath started to get shorter the more forceful his thrusts became, and I could hear high pitched whines and moans coming out of my mouth every time he pushed back in.

Soon though, I started feeling something strange, some sort of tension building inside me. It felt like I had to pee, but only when Daddy was in me - when he pulled out, it went away. Not wanting to ask him to stop, I said nothing and just focused on holding in my piss. We had been making sure to stay hydrated, so I figured it was probably that he was just pressing down on my full bladder, but the pressure kept increasing. Eventually, I knew I had to warn Daddy before I ruined his sheets.

“Daddy…” I half groaned, half whined. “Daddy, hold on, something weird is happening,” I was squeezing the rag from earlier tightly in my fist.

Daddy looked down at me quizzically, pausing his thrusting for a moment.

“What’s wrong, cub?” he inquired.

“It feels like I’m gonna piss myself if you keep going. Can I run to the bathroom real quick?” I offered.

Still looking at me questioningly, he followed up. “You like watersports don’t you, boy?”

I did. “Yes, sir...but I don’t want to mess up your bed.”

With a cocky smirk, Daddy bottomed out in my ass again. “Just let go, cubby.” And he started to fuck me again, with fervor.

Oh god. I white-knuckled the rag again, the sudden pounding catching me off guard. The look on Daddy’s face was one of hunger and determination, but for what, I wasn’t sure. Not only was the pressure in my bladder continuing to build, but I could feel all of my muscles tightening up, too much. Something was happening…

As Daddy continued to pound me, the tension finally snapped, and all of my muscles seized up at once. I started spraying piss all over the both of us, like a dam had burst and all the water was rushing through. My jock did nothing to stem the flow, showering both of our stomachs and chests. To this day, it remains one of the most intense feelings I have ever experienced in my life.

And then it happened again. And again. And again. I lost count after the first five. Daddy just kept wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me, and every time he did, I would soak us both in a fresh stream of piss. Or at least piss-adjacent. It was mostly clear, like water, but with some viscosity to it. Almost like a combination of water, cum and pee. I have no idea how scientifically accurate that is, I just know what I felt being rubbed into my chest as Daddy fucked another one out of me.

I don’t know how long Daddy kept it up or how many times I came. I’m surprised I wasn’t completely catatonic by the time he was finished. I felt him drying me briefly with a towel before pulling me in for a cuddle on the bed, my head draped over his chest. We let ourselves rest, cooling down and catching our breaths. Physically, I could tell my body would love nothing more than laying down for some sleep right now. But mentally, I was nowhere near done for the night.

After we rested, we were ready for another round. Puttering around the room briefly, I saw Daddy looking between the door and a large empty glass on his nightstand.

“What’s up, Daddy?” I asked.

“I gotta piss, but I really don’t wanna leave the room, so I’m thinking of just doing it in this.” He gestured to the glass.

As he grabbed the glass and aimed his cock at it, I wordlessly slid to my knees in front of him. We already engaged in this kink a little tonight, so fuck it, let’s go balls to the wall.

“You don’t have to use the glass, Daddy,” I informed him from my spot on the floor.

He looked down at me, confused for a second, before the lightbulb went on. Putting the glass back down, he grabbed his cock and pushed it into my mouth.

“Swallow.”

I didn’t let a single drop spill. Pretty good for my first time, right? I swallowed down everything Daddy gave me until he was empty. When I looked up at him, the cocky smile on his face was practically beaming.

Goddamn that was hot. I would happily be this man’s urinal.

Daddy helps pull me up before pushing me back on the bed. This time on all fours. I don’t know exactly how long we went for, but it wasn’t until early the next morning when we decided we were finally finished. We fucked each other in every way we could think of. He’s had me doggy, missionary, on my side - and every time I got to experience my fun new pissgasms. I got my turns topping him again as well, on his back and bent over the side of the bed.

When we started to notice dawn’s light peeking in through the window, we took stock of ourselves and the room. It was warm and muggy, smelling like the muskiest of locker rooms. The bed had sweat stains and spots from where all my piss sprayed out, or leaked over my chest and stomach. I was soaked in sweat, and my neck and shoulders were covered in red and purple bite marks and hickeys. Daddy, however, was mark free, though looking dead ass tired, and who could blame him.

We needed to get some sleep. We also should probably get cleaned up first, at least a little.

We didn’t though. Fuck it. Daddy climbed into bed and laid me next to him, pulling the slightly damp sheets over both of us. We snuggled up close, as much body contact as possible, and just reveled in our raunch. As I laid there, covered with my Daddy’s scent and marks, I drifted off to a happy and restful sleep.